Wednesday. Hump day. Night out tonight.

I talked to J a bit Friday. It's interesting hearing what he says. Then seeing what he does. There are only two more weeks in this session at pool. We are close to last place right now. He said on the phone he is looking forward to the next session and he thinks we're starting to hit our stride. I can say that whether or not we are hitting our stride, our morale is pretty low at the moment. He's not helping much either. Leaving early. His attitude when he's there. I thought he was going to quit altogether. He's been making people take the reigns (he's the team captain) throughout this session. Which led me to believe he was quitting. Then he made the comment Friday. Maybe he just doesn't want the responsibility. Who knows.

I plan to go, maybe have some fun if A is there. See how things go the next couple of weeks. I'll probably stick it out because I'm masochistic that way. At least until it's time for me to re-up (next year).

Rumors rumors.

There are tons of them flying at work. We have a new CIO at the institution where I work. My relationship to the institution is convoluted. I actually work at the institution but work for a private contractor. We are all part of an outsource contract. The rumors are the new CIO will start to migrate us from the contract to working directly for the institution. We'll have to apply for our jobs and possibly take pay cuts. There must be some truth to it because the top level of management has already been moved over. My resume has been on the street for some time now. No luck so far. I live in an area that is IT poor. If a bunch of us quit all at once or are layed off, it will be slim pickings for sure.

I've decide to expand my horizons and take a few self taught courses on some languages I never learned in college. Namely C or C++. I don't know if I want to get into developing, but I figure it sure as hell can't hurt to add a mainstream hardcore language to my resume.

Elsewhere in Pluff land....

I haven't really talked a lot with A this week. Don't know if/when we'll get together again. Maybe soon I hope.

I'm heading to Fla this weekend to pick up my new.... well... new to me truck. My Dad bought a new vehicle and I'm buying his truck. It's actually older than mine. But it has a V8, a decent back seat, and is in way better shape than mine. I can't afford another vehicle payment. I don't think mine will make it much longer. Not to mention it's really useless as a truck. It won't get out of it's own way, much less tow a boat or haul anything with any weight. It's not an extended cab or anything either so when Mrs car broke down, it was worthless as a backup vehicle. I couldn't pick her AND C up when her car broke down. Her new car shouldn't have any problems for quite some time. But it's just such a hassle when we need to use my truck and have to have 2 vehicles because of the seating. I.e. if we take the boat out. We have to take 2 cars. The new truck has an automatic transmission. Mrs can't drive a stick shift and I really don't have the patience to teach her. It will be really useful for her to be able to drive my vehicle if needed. Even if it's just something stupid like... moving it out of the driveway. Or if I need to take her car on a trip, she can drive my truck around. Right now, we don't have those options at all. Lastly, it has a camper shell. It's like having a SUV AND a truck. You can take the shell off to haul something like... say the motorcycle. But with the shell on I can leave things in the back I would never dream of with my current truck. Like golf clubs or fishing rods. It's such a pain in the ass when I go fishing in Fla to have to fit ALL of my gear in the cab. Clothes, tackle box, cooler, fishing rods. Sure you can put some of it in the back. But what happens when you stop somewhere and need to leave the vehicle unattended? I end up taking 10 minutes just to pack the cab with stuff I don't want someone walking off with. This will be SO much nicer.

I keep half an eye on stats to this site. This was a recent google search someone did to find my corner of the world:

"pictures of girls ripping their shorts off in mud flats"

uhhh... err....

I think my comments have hit a nerve. I tend to forget people who read this only see my life as represented by writings on the blog. I really write what is on my mind and at times it's what's on my mind at the moment. I wouldn't characterize myself as falling off into a deep depression or anything like that. There really are times when I feel like life is overbearing etc. However, I also feel a great deal of joy as well. I use this site to think aloud a lot and so I focus on things way more than they really bother me. For instance, the whole limp noodle episode. I used the site to vent and get it out. I thought it was kind of humorous in a twisted sort of way too. I was pretty much over it after that. I got a lot of supportive comments and mail. Including a great one from A. But it really wasn't that big of a deal to me. I know things like that happen at some point and hell, I'm 30+++ getting up there to 40. It was my time. I vented because it just happened and I was still pretty embarrassed.

This is true of Fri night. I wrote it not long after it happened. While it's true I probably will go nuts if this is to be my life forever, there is no impending insanity. Well... .at least I think not.

There is probably a lot a therapist could sink his/her teeth into here. All of the angst and sometimes dispair. The adventure with A. Some could say I'm lashing out with her. Maybe it's a cry for help. I really don't see it that way. I have, most of my life, felt a desire to enjoy sex with different people. Perhaps I've felt worn down by what I see as the day to day grind. I grew up where these sort of things are really taboo. In practice I've been very faithful to my spouses etc. Recently I pondered the what if's. I started thinking life is too short to be crippled by what if's. I decided I would only do it if the situation were perfect. As in, sex purely for sex and no strings. Someone who met my shallow criteria. I.e. beautiful with an awesome body. A came along at the right time. Had we talked 3 years ago, there's no way I would've done anything. Had A not been spectacular, I would've walked away. Like with E or K. It's just not worth it with them. A has an open relationship with her fiance. They both practice this lifestyle. Had they not I wouldn't have even considered it. My guess is A will be the last for quite some time. I mean what are the odds of someone exactly like that? If today she said "I don't want to do this anymore" I'd be perfectly ok with that. There may be a day where I say the same thing. At the moment, it's the perfect situation for those desires.

Nothing has changed with my relationship with Mrs. I still desire her. We've had sex recently. I just don't write about all of my adventures. I write about what's on my mind and recently it's been sex with A. But I still walk by when Mrs is in the shower and want to climb in there with her. So I know that's not the problem. It's just acceptance of the daily grind that is most on my nerves. And I fear if she and I bow to it for too long, I won't desire her any more.

I appreciate all of the comments on the subject. They've been very supportive and made me think. I hope I have something better to write about in the very near future.

Quiver writes in a comment in response to my post over the weekend:

"You may have to find your own hobbies if you don't want to leave, build your own private life, and find your own joys. If for no other reason just to stay sane."

First off thanks for the supportive comment. I was very hesitant in the beginning to set up comments because I have complete and utter contempt for trolls. I am the type to fume and spend way more energy focusing on tearing them down than they deserve. It's been very nice seeing the few comments I have had so far be so positive.

I haven't really talked about my pastimes etc. I've had several hobbies in my lifetime. I never really viewed them as such. But in hindsight, that's what they were. I started with Tae Kwon Do and music when I was 10 and 7 respectively. I had my black belt by the time I was 14. I took up computers when I was 16. My Dad was very active when I was young. We did a lot of activities every summer when I went to visit. I had my dive card when I was 16. We fished, canoed, camped etc. I lived about 35 minutes from a somewhat famous whitewater river. I took up kayaking. Eventually I started playing other types of music in garage bands (as opposed to the school band). When I graduated High School my Dad took me out West where we roamed and did a lot of things like, whitewater rafting, hiking, etc. We took a mountain climbing class in the Tetons. Afterwards I took up climbing very briefly... that is until I realized how expensive it is to have equipment. I started riding the bicycle in college. Not pleasant little day trips. But many mile workouts culminating in 100+ mile rides. After college I decided I wanted to sail. I bought a boat, then taught myself to sail. I sailed competitively. My wife (at the time) was my crew up until we realized the two of us should never do any competitive sport together. I obsessed over sailing up until I finally bought a "big" boat and sailed it for a while. One of the guys I played with in a band back in college moved to my town. I started playing music again. We gigged around for a year or so. I bought a motorcycle and became obsessed with horsepower and making it go way faster than any human should go on the street. Bought another kayak to take that back up. I built a pool room onto my old house, bought a pool table and played pool at LEAST once a day for 2 years. I would still play once a day today if I had a place for my table. My brother in law got me into home theater. I took up golf about a year ago.

It was about this point that I saw Adaptation. I identified in a way with the John Laroche character played by Chris Cooper. In the movie, he took up "hobbies". He obsessed over tropical fish at one point. Traveled the world collecting as many species of fish time and money would allow. Then one day he said to himself "I'm done with fish". And never set foot in the ocean again. I'm not really sure what the writers were saying at that point. I think for Laroche, it was more of a matter of accomplishment. To show the world how smart he was that he could learn every species of fish and be an expert on them. I don't think he ever really loved what he was doing. It was at that point that it hit me that I have all of these obsessions and hobbies because I was looking for something more in life. I thought I was getting enjoyment from the hobbies. But eventually, I was "done" with it. Whatever it was that drew me to it turned out to be less fulfilling than I hoped. It became really frustrating to me to go play with the band and come home feeling as empty as I did during the day when I was sitting at my desk. It wasn't that playing wasn't fulfilling. It was that I couldn't bottle those 3 or 4 hours on stage and live it forever. When I sailed I got completely immersed in the joy of the wind and waves. Eventually I had to come home. Tear down the boat. Do all of the monotonous shit with the care and feeding of a performance sailing machine. I still ride my motorcycle almost daily. Partly because of my parking situation at work. It's so much easier to ride the bike and park right outside than to drive and hike. But I enjoy the wind, the noise, the horsepower. Watching all the cagers around me disapear VERY quickly in my mirrors. Leaning into a turn, rolling on the throttle, the kick in the ass when you pop the clutch and really roll it on. But you can't ride forever. I watch movies in my home theater. Sometimes I am transported to another world and get immersed in the movie. Other times I'm astounded by how much money someone will spend to make complete shit a la The Scorpion King. But I sit there and stare at all the movies I have and can't think of one that will do it for me at any given point. I wanted to watch a movie last night. I stared and stared and got frustrated. Eventually I chose a movie and immersed myself in it. But I kept thinking, am I really enjoying the movie, or enjoying the thought that I'm participating in my hobby?

So I think at this point in my life, I'm at an uncomfortable crossroad. I don't want to immerse myself in yet another fruitless hobby or pastime. But I'm clearly not satisfied with the normal routine. Or at least the routine as it exists now. The day in day out drag. Maybe a career change is called for. I don't know what though. And would a career change be more of the same? A search for something more? Would I come away satisfied or more confused and frustrated than ever?

I think I'm too young for a mid-life crisis.

Nights at my house lately have become SO unbearable. The schedule usually goes something like this:

Get home around 6pm.
Mrs cooks dinner while I play with C until 7pm.
Eat.
One of us gives C a bath around 7:30pm. We alternate nights.
Play with C until 8:30pm.
C goes to bed between 8:30 and 8:45 depending on her mood and how tired she is from school.
9:00pm Mrs is sound asleep on the couch.

Last night we decided to "live it up" and went out to dinner. I met Mrs. and C at a bar/grill her cousins own. We ate dinner, had a couple of beers. We were home by 7:30. C watched a movie for a while. No bath. Around 9:00 C was completely wired. I had to hold her still until she calmed down enough to go to bed. Mrs took her to her room, came back, sat on a chair, and within 5 minutes was sound asleep. Finally around 9:30 I got her up and made her go to bed. ARGHGHG!!!

I don't think I can take doing this for the rest of my life. I have responsibilities to my daughter now. I'll do what I have to. But I think by the time she moves out, I'll be completely off my rocker. Maybe by then I will have caved to the overwhelming dread and grind and lose myself in alcohol and sleep. We will have conceded to Lazy Boy and I will be sound asleep in front of the TV by 9:00 myself. I can see myself in 15 or 20 years wondering what the hell happened. Existing only to feed the machine of this world. Sucking the air, eating, wasting, providing sustenance to corporate America. Keeping car companies, mortgage companies, power companies, phone, cell, satellite (or cable), insurance, alive with green blood. I imagine myself not unlike one of the thousands of human duracells in the Matrix. I think ultimately that was the point of the movie. Like it or not, we feed the machine.

Beautiful day in the south. The temps are finally back up where they are supposed to be. A and I went for another "ride". Warm day, A beautiful woman. It really doesn't get much better. We went to the same place we went last time. We started playing a little bit. I started using my fingers to tease her. She was so wet. I pulled her shirt up and started teasing her nipples with my tongue. Her grip tightened on the back of my shirt. She grabbed my hand and pressed hard as she started shaking. Then she knelt down and took me in her mouth. It didn't take me long.

I checked 3 times before I got off the bike to make sure I didn't leave the damned ignition on this time.

Wednesday night's out have really started getting on my nerves. The only, and I mean only thing making it worth going is A. Last night was pitiful. There were only 6 of the gang there. The group dynamic has changed in such a weird way it was almost like we were there out of obligation rather than enjoyment. Something has clearly changed with everyone. I have a couple of theories.

1) K has become the Yoko Ono of our bunch. She fucked J, then proceeded to Work C's brother, and now has her new guy. J is a pretty big guy. I don't really see him as a fat guy. I just see him as J. But a lot of people comment when he's not around. I'm under the impression J doesn't get a lot and therefore hits on EVERY woman. I think it really bothers him to see K there with her new guy.

2) B and W's relationship. They both used to come out every Wednesday together. While I didn't really care whether B was there or not, I really like W. He is one of those quiet guys with a great sense of humor. He doesn't say much, but when he does it usually floors you. They haven't been there together in a really long time. If W is there, B is not and vice versa. They have a kid together and there may be some child care issues going on. But I also know they have been off and on a lot lately. Apparently B has been fucking a LOT of people when they are off, and maybe even when they are on. I can sense a lot of tension when W is there. W and J are also lifelong buddies and I think J is bummed W doesn't hang out there either. Of course I've also heard J hits on B and maybe W knows about it and THAT's the reason for the tension. What an odd little group we have huh?

3) I try to keep details of my life to a minimum, so I haven't been really forthcoming with the nature of the Wed night group. But it's increasingly difficult talk about without context and it wouldn't take a genius for anyone who knows me stumbling across this site to figure out who I am anyway, so I'll divulge. Wednesday nights are a night I shoot league pool. The gang is mostly people on the team and a few people who are attached to team members. When I first joined the team a couple of years ago, we did really well and went so far as to win a tournament. That tournament qualified us to move to the next level and shoot in another tournament. Had we won that one, we would've been on our way to Las Vegas to play in the nationals. We won the first tournament. We went all the way to the last ball, of the last game, of the last match, of the last bracket in the next. J was shooting. I'll give a brief background so this makes sense. It's all handicap based. Good players have to win more games than weak players. J was shooting a guy with a weak number, but who clearly was better than his handicap. He had J on the ropes. To the tune of several run outs where J could only stand there and watch him run the table. He needed 1 game to J's 5. J came back and won 4 in a row. Ran the table down to the 8 ball. Sunk the 8 ball. And scratched. It was as close as you could possibly get to winning the tournament without doing so. Talk about drama. J took it pretty hard. It was a made for TV comeback and a thing of beauty to watch. I thought you couldn't get any better than that. A tight match, drama. It wasn't like we got stomped. So I was happy with where we were. I think it really killed the spirit of the team though. We haven't been able to place high enough to qualify for any playoffs to make the next tournament since. This session we are next to last. Either the team has given up because suck right now. Or we suck because of all the other crap going on. No one is concentrating on pool. I don't mind sucking as long as we're having fun. But to be next to last, and everybody is on edge just plain out bites. I'm going to stick it out at least until my renewal is up. I hate paying for something then not using it. But things need to change for sure.

Now to the good stuff. There's not much really. A walked in. We all hung out watching the matches. She came over and gave me a hug and asked "Did you miss me?". "Of course" I replied. "You miss me?". "You have no idea how much". Hmm... A friend of her's showed up and they hung out together for a while. Eventually he left and A was sitting next to me. She leaned over and whispered "I am SO horny. Can you do something about that?" I could think of about 20 things I really wanted to try. At one point there was a break in pool and people had meandered to various places leaving A and I somewhat alone for a few seconds. She ran her hand up my thigh and very gently rubbed me through my jeans. Wow! That was so sexy. Just a light touch. Quickly.

Later on we found ourselves somewhat alone again and she did it again. I was very grateful I didn't have to shoot my match until much later. It would've been very embarrassing to walk up to the table sporting wood.

Sadly, our schedules are out of synch for a while. Although we may go for a ride at lunch one day soon.

Finally getting around to doing taxes. I was taking my time because I thought surely I'd end up owing this year. I didn't have nearly the write-offs I did last year and I had untaxed income from the rental. Much to my surprise, between interest, taxes, and depreciation on the rental I ended up with a loss. SWEET!! I'm trying to finish them up today.

Tonight it night out. Wednesdays have become both exciting and frustrating. It's exciting because A is usually there. It's an extreme turn on hanging out with the crowd and no one knows we're fucking. I just sit there and smile because I know what she looks like naked. I know what she does when she cums. I know what I can do to make her cum. It's frustrating BECAUSE I know all of this and can't do a damn thing about it. Oh well. It's a small price to pay. It makes it more exciting the next time we get together.

My apologies to all for not paying better attention to the comments. I guess I went along for so long without any I didn't notice them.

We have reached a new milestone here at Pluff Mud Musings. Our first comment was posted Sunday. Thank you Stacy and Happy Birthday to you as well.

"That was a neat trick" A said as I flipped her from being on top to bottom without slipping out. I guess years of practice with someone... heavier than A paid off. Of course, there are a few things I get to do with A I haven't been able to do in some time. Like, unsnap a bra with one swift move. Guys, you know what I'm talking about. The "finger snap". It only works on bras with no more than 2 snaps. Front snap bras. God I miss those. Mrs is what you'd call "full figured". She's not fat at all. But she is a D cup at a minimum and has a little extra weight. So it's been years since I've had the pleasure of the instant unsnap of the front snap bra.

I had one of those days where the moons were in alignment and I could've fucked for hours if we had the time and energy. We chit chatted a little. I always feel weird just diving in so to speak. But we didn't waste too much time. In fact, she stood and undressed completely. She said "They'll come off sooner or later". I have to say, it was awesome watching the clothes come off. There are some women who look awesome dressed. Some look awesome naked. There are a rare few who have the curves just right to make clothes coming off an event. Something about how the jeans almost pop off the hips revealing a thong. The way breasts almost jump out of her shirt. It's a sight to behold.

She laid back and I didn't waste much time. She has the most beautiful pussy I've seen. She keeps it almost completely shaved. It just begs to be licked... a lot. Who am I to argue? I licked her until she came. I really do love how she completely loses control when she goes over the edge. So I stopped and let her rest, moving up her stomach, playing with her belly ring, her nipples. "That was yummy" she said. I couldn't help myself, I had to chuckle. "You're not giggling are you?". I said "I told you that's my favorite part". I really must be warped. It cracks me up to watch someone lose it like that. I love it. I continued to play with her nipples. My shirt was already off. My jeans were on but unzipped. I teased her nipples. She reached down and started stroking me. After a few minutes she began to rub the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. She whispered "Don't stop". So I continued to play with her nipples while she played with me. Her breath quickened, she said "Don't stop". She rubbed faster and faster until she came. "Take your pants off". I did. She pushed me back on the bed. She started running her tongue along my cock. Teasing my balls with her tongue. I was rock hard and thinking to myself "Don't cum too soon. Don't cum too soon". After a few minutes of an awesome blow job she eased up and said "I want to fuck you now". She straddled me and slid me inside and began to ride me. For some reason, when I'm on the bottom I can go forever. She fucked me for some time. Eventually I decided to take matters into my own hands. I flipped her over. "That's a neat trick" she said. I started slowly at first but I couldn't help myself. I started to go faster and faster. "That's perfect, don't stop". That sent me over the edge and I came. Like I said earlier, the moons were in alignment, I kept going. And going. She said "I'm going to cum". I went faster. She started shaking. I chuckled again. Sadly I had to leave. It was one of those days where I know we could've fucked for hours. Hopefully the moons will align for me again when we have more time. And energy.

Yesterday I decided to take the day off in honor of my birthday. I had these visions of sitting out by the pool, enjoying the spring. I stepped out onto the back porch in my shorts with no shirt and almost poked a hole in the screens with my nipples. DAMN it was cold!! WTF? The high yesterday was something like 58. Today is only supposed to be slightly warmer. I hope this doesn't last long.

Good morning Mudsters!

The weekend has come and gone and yet another year in my life has been marked. Mrs had to work a lot this weekend so I had charge of C all night Friday night. She also had to work all day and night Saturday. C and I had a ball. We made several trips to the playground. I bought myself several DVDs and watched them whenever C was napping.

I was watching Tomb Raider after C went to bed one of the nights. I have to say, if she wasn't such an activist, or if she hadn't married Billy Bob Thornton, Angelina Jolie could easily take Charlize Theron's place in my heart. I especially think she's hot with that fake British accent. Anyway, Mrs came home while I was watching the movie. She walked in the movie room scaring the shit out of me. While my heart was still racing she walked around in front of me. She was wearing this little tiny black cocktail dress. The event she worked was a fund raiser. She knelt down, reached up my shorts leg and started stroking me. Angelina Jolie, my dick in Mrs hand. I think I may have set a record for the amount of time going from limp to rock hard. She stood, peeled off her panties, hiked her cocktail dress up and climbed up on my lap. You have to see the chairs we have in the movie room. The backs sweep around to form the arms. There isn't a lot of room for.... knees. However, Mrs managed and slipped me inside. I suppose she really needed this with the stress and all from work. She almost came immediately. The chair got the best of her though. She stood up, peeled her dress off, pulled me out of the chair and onto the floor for an enthusiastic fucking.

Sunday was my birthday. Mrs and C bought me a massage. We went to eat lunch at one of my favorite restaurants. Then I went to get my massage. The girl asked if there was anything in particular I wanted her to work on. I told her this was my first time there and I didn't need anything in particular. She heard, this was my first time. So she said, "I won't go too deep this time. I don't want to freak you out". ???? I seem to recall hearing that exact phrase sometime in the not too distant past. Freak me out? WTF?!?! Up until she said "freak me out" I was cool with everything. Then I started picturing latex gloves and death metal over the speakers. But she gave me an awesome massage. Then when she finished up she leaned down and whispered "Thank you for letting me be your first". Now, I'm sure she's done this a thousand times and I know there is nothing to that. But something about a beautiful girl whispering in your ear after she just ran her hands all over you for an hour is incredibly sexy and totally unexpected.

Mrs and C baked me a birthday cake and made lasagna. She seriously underestimated the time it takes to make lasagna.... good lasagna at least. We didn't eat until very late. I know I just got a year older when something new and horrible happens to my body. When I turned 30 I gained 20 pounds and threw my back out. When I turned 34 I suddenly sprouted a TON of grey hair in my goatee. This year, it was the realization I CAN'T eat anything anytime and not suffer for it. I tossed and turned all night with an upset stomach. It was worth it though. The lasagna was awesome.

A likes to ride on my motorcycle. We went for a ride at lunch the other day. I took her to an old fort that is a park now. No one ever goes there. It's not much to look at. Just a few trails and some mounds of dirt in the woods next to a wide open marsh. We walked the trail. Along the trail we came to what appears to be a workshed. It clearly hasn't been used in quite a long time. I looked at her and asked "Any suggestions?". She said "I want to finish what I started the other day". We walked in the shed. It was pretty nasty in there. She reached down and unzipped my pants, undid my belt. My cock was rock hard. She knelt down and took me in her mouth. I almost exploded immediately.

I got back to work and was so relaxed and distracted I left the ignition on on the motorcycle. DOH!! This makes it about the 8 or 9th time I've done that. It was worth it though.

Unfortunately our schedules just aren't going to mesh for us to get together for something a little more... prolonged. I kind of regret not reciprocating. Now I will miss her beautiful pussy for a while. Damn!!

Wed. night out last night. My evening was highlighted by a sudden loss of power and subsequent panic on the interstate on the way home in my truck at about 1:00am. Fortunately, I have road-side assistance with my insurance policy. I highly recommend it for this very reason. Fortunately, Work C had been out with us and wasn't that far away. He gave me a ride to my house. Around 3am I got a phone call from what had to be the most dense tow truck driver in the south (go figure at 3am). He couldn't speak english, had a horrible cell phone connection, and was of course.... slow. So it took several calls for him to find the disabled truck on the side of the I between mile marker x and y. I nodded off around 3am. I woke suddenly at 4am with the thought, "Did I run out of gas?". My fuel guage hasn't worked in 2 years. I know how many miles I can get on a tank of gas. I was getting towards empty, but thought I had at least 30 miles left. Sadly, this wasn't the case. The fuel sending unit gave up the ghost (which is also what feeds the fuel guage with info about how much gas you have). Good news, it fixes 2 problems at once. Bad news, it's going to cost about $900 in parts and labor.

In much more pleasant news, the best thing about Wed night out is when A leans over and says things like "I want to ride you so bad". Or "I really, really want to fuck you". Or when no one's looking and she lightly runs her hands on my thighs.

Last night was the first night in a long time the bar looked like it may have some life in it. It didn't hurt that it was St. Patricks day. There was a karaoke guy there. He was actually pretty damn good. He had the biggest gut I've seen on a man standing. But the man could sing. I wasn't crazy about his song selections. But at one point I was in the bathroom listening to some 70's dance song. It wasn't exactly disco but it was close. I can't think of the name of it, but if you heard it you would recognize it. The original artist sang the song with a lot of changeups, key changes etc. Something you're average Joe can't follow. Then to do it with style and tone. I thought it was the original. I walked out and had to watch closely to see if he was lip synching or not. He also sang a Neil Diamond song (ugh..) and sounded just like him. That same gravelly voice. He was really good. Later in the evening he switched to more mainstream dance music. For the first time in months we had hottie sightings. The bar used to be crazy. Hotties taking their tops off, dancing, getting wasted. Then they busted the bouncer for dealing and all of that went away. Around 11:00 a few girls showed up with their boyfriends/dates. At this point everyone had left except for me and Work C. What were we to do? They were there all dancing at the next pool table. And doing it very well I might add. 2 girls were all over each other. So of course we stuck around for at least another hour. Looks like things are picking back up around there.

ARGHGH!!!! A wants to get together again this weekend and I'm stuck with C all weekend. ARGHGH!!!!!

It's taken me years and years to figure something out. I have to start by reiterating I'm a geek. I grew up a geek. I went to College as a geek. While I had my share of pussy in college, I was a geek. It wasn't like beautiful co-eds were throwing themselves at my feet. I hooked up with other geek girls or girls I could get with BEFORE they figured out I was a geek. I think one reason was I was intimidated by beautiful women. I didn't know how to talk to them (still don't) and I always assumed they never had any interest in me blah blah blah. I always had this image of them doing the beautiful things they do all the time. I probably put them on a pedestal. It wasn't until much later in my life that I started to realize, once they were behind closed doors they were just like me. They did goofy shit. They were slobs. They blew their noses and could stink up a house with the best men. They had zits and sweated. They were just better at hiding it all out in public.

Yesterday I was driving home. Stuck in traffic. As always I scanned adjacent cars for something good to look at. I spied a beautiful blond sitting in a Honda. She looked like she was just out of college. Still had the college sticker and the sorority sticker on the car. Maybe she was in grad school because she looked too old to be an undergrad. But she was wearing sweats so she clearly wasn't on her way home from a job. She had it all, the hair, while messy it had that too neat to have been an accident kind of look. She had the makeup. She was in sweats, but she clearly took the time to put on makeup. Her nails were perfect, obviously manicured recently. It was a very cultivated messy look if you know what I'm getting at. The best part, and the reason for this post, was her finger planted knuckle deep in her nose. God I would've killed for one of those camera phones!!

Geeks take heart. Mrs. Southern Peach USA has boogers too.

My week is going in the shitter quickly. Mrs is full into her annual event. Last night I picked up C and took care of her. Sometimes I see watching her as a chore, but I have to say last night we had a ball. She really is such a good girl. She plays by herself well when I need her to. She has fun with everything we do. We bought her one of those kids fishing poles back when she turned 2 to use for a game at her birthday party. She knows I go fishing with my Dad. She saw my fishing rods the other day and she had to get hers out too. It has this little plastic fish on the end of it. So I'd throw the little fish across the room and she'd reel him in. Last night we went outside so I could really cast him and let her reel him in. She has a hard time doing the winding motion. So I stand there and help her. She giggles hysterically when the fish starts to get close. It's the funniest thing watching her do that. Eventually she wanted to watch Beauty and the Beast on the big screen. I popped in the movie. I started noticing that she was doing this little dance for every song that came on. It looks like she's marching. She sat in her chair and made little fists, then she swung her arms like she was marching to the beat of the music. It was hilarious.

I have C a lot this week, most of the weekend, Fri night, all day and night Sat, Sun morning. The real pisser is Sun is my birthday. I know Mrs will be exhausted by then. I don't really like having big celebrations. Especially now that I'm starting to get up there in years. Although, I think it'd be awesome to have a big party and make my Mom and Dad come. Especially my Dad because the last time we were fishing the bastard pointed out all the grey in my beard. I think he should have to come to all of my birthdays now to be reminded he's the DAD of a graying SOB. At least I have all my hair!!

Busy morning today. Blogging may be slow.

If you ever wonder about divine intervention, here's an interesting anecdote. I wrote earlier (actually yesterday but I forgot to publish it until today) about my recent embarrassing lack of performance and how God must have a sense of humor and is laughing his ass off. Today at lunch, without any discussion about events (because I don't talk about it anywhere but here), one of my co-workers starts talking about his sex life. Usually it's Work C. He'll say anything about anything and not care who hears it. This was another guy. One who is pretty frank about things, but not generally mouthy. Out of the blue, he starts talking about his wife's birthday. How she got drunk and was making him do all this crazy stuff. It was apparently funny as hell, like parade around in his underwear flexing his leg muscles. Then he said "You know how sometimes you are good for about 30 seconds if that, and sometimes you can't do anything? But sometimes you can go all night? I had one of those nights. We're talking multiple orgasms". Which was really great because performance has been something I've worried about lately. I read blogs, and watch movies, and that damned Paris Hilton video and think there's something wrong with a guy who isn't 12 inches and can fuck for hours and hours on end. Then this guy starts talking about how sometimes he's only good for 30 seconds and how the "go all night" is a special event and I start thinking there really is somone or something out there who knows what I'm going through and throws out this little tidbit for me to mull over.

"See ya Wed" A said as I walked away. We just spent 1.5 hours in bed. Playing. I'm in my mid 30's. I'm going to be mid 30's+1 in a week and it finally happened. All guys experience it at some point or another. I think cooked spaghetti is harder than I got. You heard me right. I'm in bed with a smoking hot woman. One who whispers the hottest things to me. One with which many sexual fantasies could come true and I go soft. God truly must have a sense of humor and at the moment, I'm the butt of the joke.

Actually, it's not entirely true. Things started off great. We laid there a while chit chatting. Running our hands over each other's body. Undressing slowly. Taking our time. I started to play with her nipples. Eventually I had all of her clothes off. I still had my jeans on. Shirt off, pants undone. She whispered in my ear "Take your pants off and lay back". Who am I to argue? I did so. She straddled me and whispered in my ear "I've wanted to suck your cock for so long". BOING!!! The boy was standing tall. She started to kiss, tease. She worked her way down and started to play. It was awesome. She was giving me the best blow job. Then it started to happen. I started to think "Don't blow your wad. Take it slow". It didn't go soft right away. She played for a little longer then said "I don't want you to cum too soon" and she stopped. I laid her down and started to play with her for a while. Pretty soon she came. The boy was at attention. I thought to myself, "Take it slow. There's plenty of time". I started to tease her, bring her to the edge and then slow down. I tried to keep her right on the edge of orgasm without sending her over. The last time we were together I stopped right before she came and she called me mean. This time I didn't stop. I just slowed down. Played with her lips, flicked my tongue around various areas. Then I'd start to bring her to the edge again. I did this for a while. I really wanted her to cum hard. So I wanted to make it last and last before I let her cum. Eventually I let her go over the edge. She came. Somewhere in the middle of all of this, I went limp. I played a little more, the boy responded slowly, so I thought "It's now or never" so I positioned myself. Started to enter. I have to admit something a little embarrassing. All of the women I've ever been with have always guided me in. I can unsnap a bra with uncanny quickness. I can make a woman cum with my tongue in record time. I'm equally talented with my fingers. I guess it's the musician in me. My fingers have amazing dexterity. But I couldn't find the open end of a cannon with my dick without guidance. Don't ask me how in all the years of sex I've never mastered that. Maybe it's another cruel joke. Give me talent to be a musician and various other things, rob me of the ability to sheath the sword so to speak. It's a little detail that did me in for good. I was ready. I missed. It embarrassed me a little. To which the boy failed me. Which embarrassed me a lot. ARGHG!!

Clearly there's more at work here than missing the door. I pondered this dilemma all the way home. Here are some other embarrassing tidbits/neuroses that have come front and center recently. A reads this so she will either run a way screaming, laugh her ass off, or some combination therein. But perhaps exorcising them here will rid me of them forever. So I'll risk ridicule and embarrassment in the interest of self therapy.

I have always been able to command the boy to snap to at will. Recently, I've noticed will isn't around as often as he used to be. On occasion, I haven't had the desire with Mrs. I attributed this to the same old same old with her and haven't really given it much thought. I have to admit, it worried me when the realization I could actually hook up with A hit me. Secondly, and this is the most humorous and embarrassing thing to fret over so laugh it up, I swear to God the boy seems to have shrunk. I don't know if this is possible or not. Maybe it's because I've started trimming things and while it looked huge at first due to the lack of hair maybe my perception of now vs. then was distorted. I was never what I would consider huge. I always thought of myself as average. I think average is supposed to be around 6 inches. I would say I'm there give or take a little. I don't measure or anything. So I really have no good baseline to go with here. Just gut feel so to speak. I never worry about size or anything like that. I am what I am and it's either good enough or not. But I made the mistake of watching that damned Paris Hilton video. I don't know if Rick Soloman is abnormal or not. But he seemed pretty fucking big. Two hands worth. It started me to thinking, is that normal? Is that what girls want? I've heard them say it's not how big but what you can do with it. Is this true? Or are most women saying that to make men, THEIR man feel good about themselves. It's never been an issue for me in the past. But I can't seem to stop fretting about it. I've heard there are different types. Guys who are huge. Guys who are big but just get hard, not bigger. Guys who are tiny who get huge when they get hard. Guys who are tiny and stay tiny and so on. I can't help wondering which I am. Am I the start little and get bigger but still little kind of guy? Is that enough for women? This is so fucking stupid.

I hate to admit it, but I'm a little bit intimidated by A. Maybe, intimidated isn't the right word. I can't help but think what could she possibly want with me if not a good time. If we have mediocre sex will that be the end of it (like neurotic can't get it up is better)? She'll say "I had a great time... I'll call you" and that's that. So I catch myself thinking "Is this doing it for her?". I can always count on my 30 seconds of glory when the time is right. So I try to make it awesome for her. This time it did me in. I kept saying to myself "you have plenty of time. Be patient. Make her cum again". At some point I guess I let doubt get in my head and things wouldn't work". To make matters worse, she played with me a lot. And I kept thinking, "Oh that little thing has GOT to be a turn on (sarcasm)". Which of course didn't help the boy come to life at all. Then I thought "Does she think SHE isn't doing it for me?". I can assure you, THAT is not the case at all. The bizarre thing is, everything she did felt awesome. Even when he was limp. It still felt great. I guess it was my neuroses keeping him down.

So I did what I could, I kept making her cum and cum again. Eventually, we just laid there. Me spooning her. Her body is so awesome I can't help myself. I have to kiss it. Her neck, ears, the nape of her neck, her shoulders. She responded. The boy twitched. I kept kissing and running my hands over her body. I was really turned on. Hell I was turned on the whole time. I thought the boy was at the ready, I moved into position. Fumbled at the gate, got embarrassed again and it was over. I said "I don't know what the hell is wrong with me". She replied "You're just not used to me" ARGHGH!!! I said "No, I think I wanted to take my time and not cum too soon and I took TOO much time".

Eventually I got dressed. It was getting late and I had to get back. The thing is, I'm more embarrassed that the boy didn't perform than the overall encounter. I had a great time. I really enjoy making her cum. Like I've said before, watching her shudder uncontrollably, shove my head away and smack her head on the headboard because she's over the top gives me an incredible thrill. Even though the boy wouldn't respond, I can't describe how hot it was seeing her do that. I must be a woman. Because I was completely happy to walk away knowing she came that many times. It really didn't bother me that I didn't. It bothers me much more that I had the problem than the result of the problem. I think if all I did was eat her until she screamed for me to stop, I'd be ok with that.

I took A for a ride on the motorcycle. I really love the feeling of warm wind on my face and a magnificent set of tits on my back. We rode a couple of back roads near her office during her lunch hour. We chatted about our schedules etc. and have set another date soon. I got back to the office and an e-mail was waiting from A saying "I had fun. I was kinda hoping you'd pull of the road and take some". To which I replied "Patience". I can see it in the near future though.

J from Wed. nights is into Barbeque competitions. He has owned a Big Green Egg for a while. He entered a cook off last year and won. So the company offered to sponsor him to enter competitions. Last night was a local competition. He invited everyone out. It was being held in a town about 20 minutes away from my house. I really wanted to ride because it was such a beautiful day. Mrs wanted to go. I told her I wanted to ride, which then set off a huge argument. She can be so insecure some time. Eventually we agreed I would ride out there and she would meet me with C. It worked out pretty well because A was there. We all hung out together and had a great time. Eventually C wore out and it was time for Mrs to leave. I walked her to her car and helped get C in her seat. When I got back to the tent A said "You scored big time brownie points. Let's go walk around". So A and I wandered off to walk the circle and see what was there to see. She said "This is the best. Knowing we're fucking and none of those people back there know". I have to admit it was a turn on. We got back to the tent. I leaned over and whispered "I'd love to make you cum right now. It's a real turn on to see you shake and shudder when you do".

After a while Work C showed up. The temperature had really started dropping. Like down to the 30's. It was time for me to leave. It was a long ride home in the cold.

Mrs had to work last night so I picked C up from day care. I decided to blacken some of the fish caught last weekend. I forgot how much smoke is involved in blackening something. I went to bed many hours later and there was still a haze in the air. We had every window open, every fan blowing. I'm sure there was smoke billowing out the windows.

A sent me an email saying it was such a turn on for her being out with our friends, chit chatting and no one knowing we're fucking. Very cool.

Thursday morning. I have to say so far it's a pretty good one.

Last night was interesting. This time it wasn't so much the nut gallery. B was pretty laid back. E was a no show. K was there cuddling with new man (ugh I might add). He actually gave her a little tiny key on a heart key ring. Can you guess what this was? The key to her heart AAAHHHHHHHhhhh..... gag wretch. They pretty much kept to their selves.

Then of course the ever smoking A was there with her buddy J. It was interesting hanging out with the crowd knowing we've fucked. It was quite a turn on.

We met A and J at a different bar earlier. We were sitting around talking and somehow E and her man Ramone (from last week) came up in conversation. Apparently she wanted someone, anyone else to take him home. I guess he wasn't a new man after all. Or maybe we ragged her so bad she was embarrassed. The impression I got at the time was that they were going home to have monkey sex. She was pretty socially lubricated by the time I left. They were laughing and carrying on. So I just assumed they were going home together. I said "I'm sure I'll hear about it. Somehow I'm like Dear Abby for her. She tells me about all these different guys and issues with them." To which J said "You're fucking her aren't you!". I'm pretty sure he was joking so I laughed and said sarcastically "Yeah I'm all over that". But after the information I found out last week I wonder.

After a while A moved next to me to let someone sit down. Eventually we were somewhat alone, or at least no one was in earshot. She looked at me and said "I have comments, but I have to be careful. I wouldn't want anything spreading like wildfire". Hmm... "What do you mean?" I replied. "Well B is right there and if she hears EVERYONE will know". "Ah". A while later B left. A said "I'm scared I'm going to freak you out". I said, "I'll try anything once, twice if I like it. Do you have any deep dark desires you want from me?". She said "No, I've tried everything I've ever wanted to". I replied "Try is one thing, I'm talking about something you really like." She thought for a minute, "One thing that really turns me on" she hesitated "Is to watch a guy jack off". Hmm... There's an interesting though. I'm game. But I don't know if I could just do it out of the blue. Say... we walk in, disrobe and I start whacking away. I don't have a problem with sharing that. But I don't generally masturbate. I mean I do, but not with any frequency. More of a novelty. It's not something I am generally turned on by. Like I don't watch a porn and immediately feel the need to do something about it. It goes back to the conversation yesterday. If we were to walk in the bedroom and she were to say, "I want to see you jack off", I believe I may have a little performance anxiety. But.... if we were to fool around a bit... then I think I'd be there. I think it would be awesome to watch her do it as well. I'm sure if she started I could jump in.

I wonder if she's holding back though. Maybe a little scared I'd run away screaming at suggestions. Kinda wants to feel me out to see how far I'm willing to go. I can honestly say, I really would try anything once. Well, almost anything. I don't think I would be into anything involving another guy. Even if he were just watching. I'd be too self conscious. I'm not into pain or humiliation. I could probably role play as long as it wasn't anything stupid. You know, me as a baby or anything ridiculous like that. I could probably be a dom. I could probably even be a little rough if that was what turned her on. I really cringe at the thought of hurting someone though. So I could only do it with guidelines and a safe word or something where I knew I wasn't really hurting her. I would be worried I'd do something I thought was cool and her getting pissed or something. Like pinching a nipple too hard and then freaking out because I was too rough. If I thought I went too far I'd probably even be unable to continue for a little while even if she was totally cool. Of course, it would probably end up me driving her nuts with "Is this ok? Are you all right?". I just hate the thought of ever being considered abusive or anything like that. It's ingrained. I have no desire to be fucked in the ass with a big strap on or really have any device up my ass. Although I think I could be open to a little anal play, and I stress a little. I think I would be cool with it the other way around though. If SHE wanted it that way. It doesn't gross me out or anything. It's not something I want done to me. I could definitely do a threesome with two women. I could absolutely watch 2 women. I think toy play would be cool. I'd be open to a lot of stuff. But for me it's the kick of being with someone different. Figuring out what makes someone tick. It'd be fun to try different things. But that's not my main motivation.

Night out tonight. Who knows what will happen. Last week was a blast. We'll have to see if B and her man are on the outs or not, if E will have the nerve to show up after the treatment her new man got. Will A be there? How will we act around other people? I think it'll be cool. Kind of a turn on to know what she looks like naked. Especially to know what she looks, sounds, and acts like when she cums. (flash back sounds while the image plays in my mind). Uh... er... 'scuse me for a bit... I need a moment....

I read on Pussy Ranch about a girl who poured alcohol over her pussy after a guy she was giving a dance came through his pants. Maybe there's something wrong with me. But I don't get that. I mean, I enjoy strip clubs. I especially enjoy lap dances. I can't imagine coming away from a lap dance with a boner or worse, cumming. The last club I went to, there were a couple of girls who did a little more than the usual lap dance. I don't mean I fucked them or they blew me or anything like that. The club had these back rooms where you went for your lap dance. Our town has these bizarre rules about strippers and contact. There's a 6 foot rule as to how close a dancer can get to a patron. These rooms are either a loophole or flat out illegal. I guess it's an out of sight out of mind deal. They have arm chairs for you to sit in. It's an all nude club and the girl closes a curtain and dances for you. If I remember correctly there is a camera there so they can make sure the girl isn't doing anything illegal if they actually pay attention or not. Anyway, one girl in particular was doing her dance. It was awesome. She went to do the fake bj move. The one where she kneels between your legs and flips her hair up on you and rubs her face on your leg like she's giving you a blow job but without any contact in the important area. While she was down there, I feel a little squeeze on my balls. This was a first for me. Then she turned around and layed back on me grinding my lap etc. She let her hand drop and moved it around behind me and gave me a good squeeze through my pants. She did this in a way that the camera wouldn't see what she was doing. It just looked like she was doing her normal dance.

Now this was pretty hot. I really enjoyed it. I suppose if I were to have inquired there may have been a possibility for more after hours activities etc. But, I didn't get rock hard or blow my wad or anything like that. As entertaining as it was, and a turn on too, it wasn't enough for me to become a complete dick. I see it as losing your cool. Back to the old junior high days when a breeze gave you a raging boner. I need the real possibility of sex and activity to get going. A beautiful naked woman, while an incredible turn on, isn't enough for me to get rock hard. A beautiful naked woman jumping me, ripping my pants down, and stroking me? I could drive nails. Maybe there's something wrong with me that I don't get a boner in a strip club. If I thought there were enough people visiting this site to get a good sampling I'd do a poll. How many guys sport wood after a lap dance? A lap dance with grinding? Just seeing a stripper at a club?

A and I have been discussing getting together for a while. We finally did. It was an interesting experience. I have to say I have mixed emotions about it. Her body was amazing. Sex was, at least for me, a bit awkward. First time and all. I was tentative because I wasn't sure what she liked. The whole, "didn't want to scare you" conversation was fresh in my mind. She didn't really give me much to go on either. I got there. We chatted for about 30 seconds. Then she said "well come on" and led me to the bedroom. We walked in and she plopped down on the bed. She asked me if there was anything in particular I wanted to do. The conversation was kinda... business like. She also said she was surprised I showed up. Then she started to undo my shirt. She had on jeans and a shirt that showed her belly button. Her belly button was pierced. I started to play with it a little. She undid her jeans and said "There are better things under here". So I finished undoing her jeans, took them off. She was wearing a thong. I continued to undress her. She wasn't wearing a bra. Not that it mattered. Her breasts are beautiful. So I started to kiss her, her neck. I worked my way down to her nipples. She moaned. I played a little bit. She layed back and let me do whatever. I teased her belly ring. She was laying there a enjoying everything I was doing. I wasn't really get much more feedback other than moans. Like I said, this was the first time and I wasn't sure what she liked. Her signals were new to me. So I went down and took her thong off. I asked "too fast?". She said "oh no". So I started to play. Licking teasing. It seemed to me like she was enjoying herself so I started more in earnest. She came shortly after. She pushed my head away and breathlessly said "Wait a minute". So I obliged. She said "I think that was the fastest I've ever cum". I said "Well, mission 1 accomplished". To which she replied "You're just going to keep joking aren't you". I was still half dressed at this point. I ran my hands along her stomach, her hips. She leaned over and ran her hands over my chest etc. Then she layed back. I wasn't sure where to go with this and she still wasn't giving much feedback. So I started again, playing with her nipples, her belly ring. She started moaning and generally sounded like I was doing things right. I headed south and started in again. This time I brought her right to the edge and as she was about to cum I moved my mouth away and started kissing her thighs, stomach, played with her belly ring. She said "that was mean". I teased her a little longer and started to lick her again. I brought her right to the edge again and stopped. She said "you're going to pay for that". I continued to kiss her all over her body, played with her belly ring (damn that thing is fun). She still layed there and let me do my thing. So I headed back south to lick and play. She started to shake. I couldn't decide whether to keep teasing her until she was ready to climb the walls or if I should go ahead and let her cum again. While making up my mind she started cumming. She came and grabbed my head again... "wait a minute.... give me a minute". I was still half dressed so I decided to go ahead and get naked. She was still laying back and relaxing. I layed down next to her and let her rest a minute. We layed there a while. After a few minutes I started playing again. Teased her nipples, etc. etc. I moved between her legs and started to lick and tease her again. She layed back and moaned and generally sounded like I was doing it right. I kept at it. She came again. This time when she said "wait a minute" I stayed where I was. Very gently, kissing and teasing with my tongue. She was still shaking. I very slowly and gently ran my tongue along her pussy. She shook so I slowed down. After a few more seconds she stopped shaking and I could use a little more pressure. I slowly started playing with my tongue again. She started responding again. I played faster. Eventually she came again.

At this point I wasn't really sure what she wanted. She was laying back and I was doing my thing. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I moved between her legs, pressed my cock against her. She didn't seem to mind so I pressed on so to speak. I was going slow, taking her nipples in my mouth. She seemed to enjoy it. So I started going faster. After a few minutes I was into a rythym, she said "this is perfect". I don't know what it was about that, but it sent me over the edge. I think that was the fastest I've cum in a while too. Too fast. So I did my best to keep going. Eventually I couldn't go anymore. I slowed down and stopped. I needed a minute to rest. So I rolled over on my side. She said "I think that was the quietest cum I've ever heard". I'm not much of a screamer or even a grunter really. Then she said "I should get dressed". I took that as my cue so I started getting dressed. She put her clothes back on and we headed out to the living room. We chatted a bit. She continued to stand so I took that as my cue to she was ready for me to leave.

I wasn't sure how it went. Did she enjoy it? Was it weird for her? It was hard for me to tell because she layed there the whole time. Don't get me wrong. She wasn't a dead lay or anything. It was just hard for me to figure out what she was after. Her body was exactly as I imagined it. In bed though, I don't know what I was expecting. I guess I kinda thought she'd be the proverbial wildcat. The whole "don't want to scare you" comment had that image in my head. I didn't know whether she liked it or was just humoring me at that point. So I left with mixed emotions.

I guess I wasn't that bad. She wants to get together again. We'll see how things go.

-RANT ON-

Fucking Bikers!!

I fished in Florida this weekend with my Dad in a place south of Daytona. The place was overrun with bikers from Daytona Bike Week. I ride a motorcycle and let me just say, what a bunch of assholes!! These fucking weekend warriors all get together to show how cool they are that they all can buy really expensive motorcycles and have all the T-shirts to prove they are cool. I passed some dentist or lawyer on the way down there towing (Yes towing. They take their Harleys for rides, not ride their Harleys) two brand new dyna some such or another glide Harleys behind A FUCKING LEXUS SUV!!!! I'm sure by the time he got there he had penciled a 5 o'clock shadow, had his Harley Davidson chaps and his Harley Davidson Boots and his Harley Davidson Leather jacket (in 90 degree weather) and his Harley Davidson sunglasses and Harley Davidson bandana. I bet he has a temporary Harley Davidson tattoo somewhere on his body.

I got there Fri. afternoon and they already had US 1 completely clogged at the No Name Saloon. But it wasn't that bad. We met up and went to the tackle shop to get a few things. This place is about 40 miles south of Daytona. The parking lot had a trailer where this guy was selling "Event Shirts". There were about 10 bikes parked all in a neat little line blocking 1/2 the entrance to the tackle shop so that everyone could see there are bikers here! They were all milling around so you had to run them over to get in the other 1/2 of the tackle shop parking lot. We had to wait for one of them to decide to be a nice guy and move so we could get in the tackle shop parking lot. We went in and got our stuff. This guy towing a boat trying to get in the tackle shop parking lot couldn't get his boat in. Did these guys care? NOOOoo!! The guy leans out and says "I guess I'm going to have to move that bike about 6 inches". I have to admit, it was a bad ass beautiful bike. Probably ran around $65k for it. To which the biker, blocking the parking lot of the tackle shop, where an actual boat was trying to get to buy actual tackle, replies something to the effect of "You touch that bike and I'll move your ass more than 6 inches". Can you imagine the gall. A boater trying to get in a tackle shop when there are bikers doing biker business!!?!?! The nerve!!

Of course Sunday was the pilgrimage home. They REALLY showed their asses there. I made it about 10 miles before I hit my first traffic snarl. I don't even know what caused it. We just came to a stop for about 30 minutes. Then here they come. About 30 of them riding on the damn shoulder. Eventually we started moving. I think we got up to around 40. Then I started seeing them. Bikers on the side of the road working on their precious Harleys. I don't think I once saw a jap cruiser on the side of the road. And trucks towing trailers with bikes on the side of the road broken down. Of course every other asshole has to slow down to look. Then there are the well wisher bikers. These are the guys I actually like except for one little thing. They'll see a comrade on the side of the road tinkering with his superior american made machine, and he'll slam on brakes bringing everyone around him to the verge of total chaos so he can pull over and lend a hand. I actually kinda admire this guy a little.

I saw bikers leaning against guard rails in full leathers in the Florida sun eating lunch so that every asshole on the road slows down to look. Then of course good samaritan pulls over causing mass panic to make sure everything is ok with his lunch. He may have the Grey Poupon to salvage an otherwise disasterous trip for them. About the time I hit Jacksonville I thought I was starting to get out of the Daytona mess. Noooooo. Some fucking biker giving his Harley a ride in a massive enclosed trailer decided he was such a bad ass that yield and on ramps should apply different rules to him. He barged his way right up the side of this poor dodge neon who was most likely prevented from moving over by some other bike trailing asshole.

The best part, once I got past Jacksonville, and Georgia I thought to myself ahh, now I'm getting out of it. Noooooooo. About 10 miles into SC we came to a screeching halt and sat still on the highway for another 30 minutes. Just about the time we'd start to move we'd hit some other truck with a trailerfull of bikes on the side of the road for everyone to gawk at.

My favorite and best example of why these idiots should never be allowed to congregate (you heard it right, the ultra conservative let people do as they please actually wants to see the government step in) is the asshole SPLITTING LANES!!! For those of you who don't know what this is. This is the insane practice of riding down the dotted line between lanes of traffic. It's only legal in California (Go figure. CA won't let you do anything where you might cause yourself harm but THIS is legal?!!). This was the first time I seriously considered making a grease spot of someone on a bike. Usually I'm pretty aggressive about people who ride a bikers ass or cut them off etc. But I really wanted to see this idiot take a mirror or something.

FUCKING BIKERS!!!

-RANT OFF-

The weekend was great. We caught about 90 fish between Saturday and Sunday. Only 5 of them were keepers. Actually 4.5. My Dad cleaned 1 by himself. He was trying to open a ziplock bag with one hand and his mouth and had a filet in the other. A damned pelican reached around from behind and snatched the filet out of his hand. Fucking pelicans!!

We spent some time chatting with the guide we're tight with. He is such a nice guy. A rep from one of the lure companies gave him 1000 lures. While we were talking to him he grabbed the box and said "Here take these. I can't use them all. Take what you want." If you were to buy them they'd probably run about $200 for all of them. Then later that day he called while we were out on the boat and invited us over to dinner at his house. You just don't see people that nice too often.

On a completely different subject. A and I finally hooked up. But this post is getting too long. I'll discuss it another time. Maybe later today or tommorrow.

Goin fishin

Heading to Fla to fish this weekend. I'm meeting my Dad and his buddy tommorrow. It's a full moon so I doubt we'll catch anything, but it should be a blast anyway.

Have a nice weekend.

WTF? I'm with Bacchus on this one. Why in the hell would you allow your picture taken like this?

Last night was my night out again. It was a very entertaining evening.

Let's go blow by blow.

First, all of the normal women were there. B was there. Who knows whether she is with her boyfriend or not. She was sporting a FABULOUS camel toe though. The consensus was it would take a crow bar and something to break the suction to get it out. The strange thing is, I'm starting to pick up some weird... vibes with her. When she walked in last night she walked up to the table where I was standing and looked me in the eye for a really long time. Usually she doesn't give me the time of day because I'm pretty blatant about my disdain for her brattish ways. I'm still of the opinion she needs a good old fashioned grudge fuck. I also wouldn't do it with someone else's dick. So her look kinda caught me off guard. Before I knew it I was actually flirting a bit with her (my usual MO with a few in me). It wasn't until I got home that I thought to myself "WTF was that?!?". She DID however leave with her boyfriend. So I guess we've reached a "nervous peace". Maybe she's keeping her options open. I'd actually love to tell her no. I think it'd be a good slap of reality for her. Of course, I may have had a hanger and didn't realize it. I'm not THAT conceited.

K was there with her new man. I think we've hit a record for her. This would be.... 3 times he's come out. He's pretty weired so he takes a lot of abuse. Some of it is serious. I actually feel for the guy a little. He's clearly head over heels for her and I see her moving on soon. The great uncomfortable moment came when one of the guys she hooked up with showed up (well... one of them was already there... this was a 3rd). He is yet another brother of Work C. He kinda reminds me of one of those bikers from 48 Hours. Except not as cool or bad ass. He'll pretty much fuck anything that moves or moos and is proud of it. He told us all about how he has some friend of his Mom's waiting for him at her house and one of HER best friends calling or some shit like that. The really funny thing is, we're talking about convenience store clerks here. Show me the last time you saw a 50+ year old super model behind the counter of the local Quickie Mart. I guess for some it's all about friction. Anyway, at one moment, you had 3 people who have been intimate with K all standing within 15 ft. of each other. Every guy knows HE was with her. And 2 of the 3 know the 3rd is clueless. And ALL the rest of us know about ALL of them. At least she's cut the shit with me while new guy is around. Or at least while he's not looking. She came over when they were leaving and gave me the hug/kiss on the cheek. She doesn't do this with any other guy. Even the ones she's already hooked up with. The thing is, she either thinks new guy isn't watching or doesn't care. It's REALLY uncomfortable because this guy strikes me as the type to start telling ME to keep away.

E showed up with a man in tow. If you think K's new guy caught shit, THIS guy really caught hell. He looked like a cross between George Michaels and David Hasselhof. Except with really bad hair. Which was the first thing anyone noticed. Usually a guy's hair doesn't catch my eye. But this guy's hair was so bad everyone at once said "What's up with that hair?!?!" From a distance of course. He looked like he was about 25. E has her own pool maintenance business. So we immediately started in. "This must be RrRrrRRrRAMOOONE the pool boy!!". E is clearly older than me. I'm guessing early to mid-40s. This guy, from a distance looked to be 25ish. A clear case of Mrs Robinson. So we started in. We were calling him Cabana Boy. Pool Boy. RrRrRrRrAMONE (you have to roll the R). Ramone (it's his name with all of us now) eventually came over and made friends. He was a lot older in person than he looked from a distance. He's also pretty arrogant prick so he's in for massive amounts of abuse. But he took it well. E was pretty well smashed. She kept coming up and putting her arms around me. She had that slurred tiny eye thing going on only people who are well lit have. We didn't have our usual discussion because she was clearly there on a date.

She did let on one interesting piece of information. Last week, or really the week before since last week was Mrs birthday, one of the guys, J, was there very briefly. Shortly after E walked in and started the usual conversation with me I noticed J getting up and walking out. He didn't say bye or anything. It kinda surprised me. But J can be moody so I didn't really think anything of it. Well last night E tells me J told her he left because E was "up Mr's butt" (mine). I was a little floored. I didn't know it would bother J that much for E to chat with me. I really like J a lot. He's one of those guys who is a great guy in a huge body. A lot of women don't find him attractive because he's so big. I had no idea he was interested in E. I don't think she would do anything with him. But I really don't want to piss J off if he THINKS I'm after her. I'll admit, my shit talking probably looks like I'm on the prowl. A lot of people think I've done it with both E and B. While I don't get why they would think B, I can see why they would think I've been with E. Last night I resolved to do my best to not talk shit to her anymore.

A and J are pretty good friends. They hang out a lot. Go to the gym together etc. A lot of times he picks her up and brings her out. She came in with J last night. As usual she was smoking hot. I can't really picture a time she wasn't. I guess it should go without saying. But I feel compelled to say it anyway. She and I chatted a fair amount. Plans are in motion. Day and time set. Perhaps at least one, maybe two fantasies will come true. More to come.

Have I said how much I love the south?

Mrs showed up around noon to take over the C watch. It's close to 80 degrees outside now. Sun shining. Very few clouds. I had to ride the bike to work. I ride most days when it's not raining. I'm no fucking RUB (Rich Urban Biker, a term for those pussy Dr. types who decide they want to be a rebel and get some overpriced underperformance Harley they ride with their receptionist 3 times a year). The only reason I don't ride in the rain is a) it's dangerous in commuting traffic, b) it's cold as shit and it's hard to keep things dry c) it's a bitch to detail the bike after a rain. Aside from the rain, I ride almost daily to and from work. I have heavy overclothes and a full face helmet to block most of the cold. I've even ridden to work on days where the temp is just above freezing. It was so nice to shed all of the cold weather crap, throw on my 1/2 helmet (only because Mrs was standing there when I left), a jacket for tonight and go. After bundling up all winter, it felt like I was skinny dipping.

Usually on Weds I'll take my truck. It's usually too hard to carry all of the stuff I need for work AND a night out. However, today, it was just too damned nice not to ride. I'm riding to my night out too.

C is sick today. I went to get her up and she had the mother of all diaper blowouts. All parents know what I'm talking about. The, hold them carefully while rushing them to the bathtub trying not to get any on you, washing anything in the bed kind of blowout. She had these yesterday too so no school for her. I'm watching her this morning while Mrs. takes care of her crucial must do's. Her big event starts in two weeks and this isn't a good time for her to miss. Unfortunately, with my sick machine at work it's not good for me either. She'll come home around lunch so I can go in.

God I love the south!!

Today is a gorgeous day. Mid 70's. Gentle breeze. Sunny. Beautiful. I decided to take a ride on the bike. You couldn't ask for a better ride. The warm air whipping around your body. The moss draped, ancient oaks leaning protectively over the road. The roar of the bike in harmony with the wind whistling around the windshield, my windswept pants tattooing a rhythm on my calves. Rounding a corner at 80 with enough of a lean to make your heart race a little. The bike straining to go faster. The stretch of road that suddenly opens up with a sea of fields to either side; a tractor lumbering like an old sailing vessel beating to windward. The kick in the pants as you accelerate from 50 to 90 in 2 seconds to pass some poor individual trapped in a cage, lost in daily noise. The sun strobing a disco on the windshield to the beat of the pistons and tires and wind.

The best part? The detail you take for granted riding in a car. The one thing you never notice until you are out there, a part of the world at 90+ mph, is the smells. Oh you can smell some things from the outside world when driving in your car. But you never notice the rich smell of decay in the marsh. Or the pungent odor of cattle just out of sight. Flowers. You can smell the wildflowers blooming. Most importantly, the smell of warmth. There's something about the first few warm days of spring. There's no other smell like it. Just like there's no other smell like a sweltering July day, or a crisp day it October or November (autumn comes late here). After months of cold and weeks of rain and cold. The smell of spring is like freshly baked cookies or your Mom's homemade lasagna. A smell you forget until you walk into it like a wall. Memories and images of your past instantly flood your minds eye.

I must've looked like a complete idiot. I turned the corner to one of my favorite country roads and held the throttle back until I passed the entrance to one of the more popular subdivisions (and the last encroachment of cancerous development in that area). As soon as I passed it, I rolled it on. The bike sounded like a stock car coming out of the pits. The smell of the country hit me and I had the biggest shit eating grin on for the next 10 miles. Sadly, I flew passed a cop and while frantically trying to make sense of the dancing image in my mirror to see if he turned around, I missed the road closed sign. Another 5 miles or so the road suddenly ended. But I see these little set backs as an opportunity to get lost as hell. It's kinda fun picking a road and random and seeing where it leads you. I had every intention of checking out a couple more mystery roads I've always wanted to follow when I looked at my gas gauge. I decided to pull over and gas up to venture on. Damned if I didn't grab my checkbook instead of wallet. It's a good thing the cop decided not to turn around when I blasted past him. Sadly I cut the ride short. I certainly hope the day was not some cosmic tease for us poor deprived sun worshipers. Some sick joke the ice locked northerners played on us backwoods southerners. "Spring is HERE!!! NO IT'S NOT!!! SIKE!!!" I look forward to another opportunity to get lost.

Did I say how sick I am of vendors?

The sick system we have is a 24/7ystem. However, the vendor dropped 24/7 support on it because THEY don't have enough people to cover. Like that changes OUR mission. So we had to fight to get anyone to talk to us over the weekend. Then, they were supposed to send an engineer yesterday. But, they didn't. He's coming today. ARGHGHG!!!!

Today will be a busy one.

On another note, I had a phone interview yesterday. It was for a similar job as the one I have now but in a city far FAR away. Still in the south but far FAR away. I don't know if I would take it were I offered the job. I could certainly do the job with no problem. But it's in a similar city as the one I'm in now. I.e. the primary industry is something very blue collar and there's no real demand for IT people. So on one hand I'd be out of here. But on the other, I'd been in a town where I'd have to relocate again if I weren't sartisfied with the job. I don't know how well the interview went. The guy and I both had a lot in common. I think he was confused about my experience because of the way my contract is structured to the institution I work for. My company sells a set of products. My division is outsourced to staff the IT department where I work. I don't work with any of the products my company sells. I do whatever the institution I work for wants. It's confusing to people and takes a LOT of explaining. I went round and round with this guy about it before I finally got it across. I don't know if he was expecting product experience or not. It sounded like my experience is in-line with what he wants even if I don't use my company's products.

Maybe I should look to transfer in my company so I DO work for product development or installs. Hmmm... there's a thought.

Work follies continue today. If there's one thing I can't stand it's a some damned vendor placating me. ARGHGH!!

I need to focus on more pleasant things.

Here's an interesting running dialog with A and myself (paraphrased):

Her: Is there anything in particular you want to do?
Me: I'm open to anything. I DO want to lick you 'til you beg me to quit.

A moment of confusion caused by out of order mail delivery

Her: I just wanted to know if there's something you don't get at home:
Me: I don't get much of anything at home. I'll try anything once.
Her: I've probably done more than you. I just don't want to freak you out or anything.

Me (inner dialog): Freak me out?!? Mental image of farm animals, leather suits with ball gags, ritual beheadings etc.
Me (reply): Freak me out?!?! I'm curious, what could freak me out.
Her: Curious is good. I just don't want to scare you. Remember I've done just about everything I wanted to do. No holds barred.

Now where the hell do I go with this?!?! I'm adventurous. There's a lot I would do. All of my previous lovers have all been pretty plain Jane in the bedroom. So I have to admit I'm pretty inexperienced with a lot of stuff. So what the hell could I possibly do to make this interesting for her? If she's tried everything how do I know what she likes and doesn't like? Is she going to laugh hysterically at any attempt of mine at "freaky"?

Honestly, here's my mental image of what I would do. It's only a partial image. There's a lot of blank space. But basically, I want to explore every inch of her body. She has magnificent breasts and an incredible body. I want to kiss every curve. Run my hands along the curve of her ass. I picture myself between her milky white thighs, running my tongue over every inch of her ripe pussy until she explodes. I want to suck, explore, tease, bury my face, until she can't take it. I want to see her shaking uncontrollably. As much as I'd like to see myself fucking her silly. I get more of a kick seeing someone lose complete control. Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck her silly. But I want to spend a lot of time doing my best to make her lose her mind before I do. Maybe I'm a Dom. Maybe it's the control I get from doing that.

Beyond that basic image in my head, I'm really open to just about anything. I just hope my mental image is one that does something for her. I'd really hate for me to do my best work and her sit there snoozing because it's not freaky enough.